In this turbulent era, the world situation is undercurrent. The three gods of orcs, abyss, nine hells, and death. Those forces that once dormant under the light of the sun are ready to move.
Under this situation, it is not easy for the Burning Ember Empire to become the true overlord of Fyanso - even surpassing the once holy Fadland and becoming the actual owner of this continent.
What's more, there is no god behind the Ember Empire. There is only Cassius, a patchwork guy who can barely be called a "demigod" as his backer. He often needs to mediate between the gods of all parties.
But even so, Cassius would never hesitate or take a step back when facing the chosen target.
Cassius laughed evilly, fluttered the dragon wings behind his back, and stood up: "I want to see if you can still hold back from taking action when I kill all these green-skinned orcs.
The ‘orc disaster’ that destroyed the world in the previous life will end here! ”
Swish——
The dragon wings flapped, setting off a scorching storm, and the majestic dragon power soared into the sky, making everything tremble.
In an instant, the half-dragon soldiers, bipedal flying dragons, and rock dragon beasts who were guarding the Dragon Blood Mountain all raised their heads and looked up at the majestic figure in the sky.
"Then those turned out to be dragon wings! That's a trait only great men like Duke Rumple and Duke Doro can possess!"
"Cassius, Commander George has been promoted to half-dragon!"
"Look at that huge corpse, he, he even killed that orc! He is indeed Lord George!"
"Commander George!"
Looking at George growing dragon wings and killing the giant mountain, the surrounding imperial soldiers were in an uproar. They waved their weapons and cheered enthusiastically.
"Stab it——"
With a soft sound, George finally pulled out the long sword stuck in the orc's head with difficulty, raised the blood-stained sword high, and pointed the sword tip straight into the sky.
George smiled mysteriously: "Everyone - the credit for killing this mutated orc this time is not my fault, but your Majesty's!
It’s the great Burning Emperor! He looks at us like the sun, protects us, and lets all the people of the empire bathe in the glory of victory! ”
Under the sunlight, the blood slowly flowed down the sword blade and turned into blood drops.
"Long live the Empire!"
"Long live His Majesty Cassius!"
In an instant, the surrounding imperial soldiers burst into cheers like a mountain roar and a tsunami. The sound was like a wave, one wave overshadowing the other, echoing on the battlefield.
The orcs in the distance surged up again in overwhelming numbers. Although they no longer had the leadership of Jushan, they were still fearless and fearless, venting their desire for war wantonly and wanting to fight to the death with the Imperials.
"Everyone——"
George waved his dragon wings, soared into the air, looked down at the green waves in the distance, then raised his sword and pointed it in the direction of the orcs.
"Crush them!"
The morale of the officers and soldiers of the empire was high and the passion was high. Bullets poured out like a torrential rain. Countless shells were exposed among the orcs, causing the orcs to fall in droves.
And soon, the support that George called was too late——
"Boom——"
There was a dull sound on the ground, and giant steel beasts galloped on the battlefield. Their tracks ran over the orc corpses piled on the ground, causing green blood to splash everywhere.
There were also piercing screams from the sky, and a row of armored bipedal flying dragons were seen gliding from the horizon, like a sharp blade tearing through the sky.
George was a little surprised, but Dror's sonorous and powerful voice came from his walkie-talkie: "The whole army attacks! Prepare to launch a counterattack!
These damn green-skinned bastards, do they really think they can break through our defenses with their numerical superiority? What a joke!
Everyone, let them see the power of the empire and let them feel the baptism of blood and fire! Completely exterminate these despicable, rude green-skinned orcs! ”
Dror gave the order, and instantly, the sky and the earth began to tremble and tremble. The sky was shrouded in various dragons and flying dragons, and the earth was also occupied by infantry, steam tanks, and dragon beasts.
There were even imperial figures on the flanks and rear of the orcs, and it was obvious that a dragnet had been laid.
At this moment, the imperial army came out in force!
This is the opportunity that Dror has been waiting for!
He first used mines, traps, bunkers and other fortifications to form an extremely solid defense line, which was like a millstone of flesh and blood, constantly consuming the green-skinned orcs' vitality.
Immediately afterwards, Dror launched a counterattack when the opponent was weak, giving them a fatal blow! Kill all the millions of orcs on the front lines!
As for those mines and traps?
It had long been triggered by the tide of green-skinned orcs. Large areas of orc corpses covered the ground, forming a brand new surface.
"Boom!"
The empire's artillery fire poured out with all its strength, and the cannonballs trailed thick smoke trails across the sky, forming a dense network.
The shells fell like raindrops and exploded, almost overturning the ground. Under such fierce firepower and facing such a one-sided massacre, even the orcs who had never been afraid of death could no longer get excited.
They are keen on war, but they are not keen on dying, and they don't like to be unclear and unable to figure out anything, so the city will be bombed and charred.
"We can't even touch the enemy!"
"It's such a shame to die like this, I haven't had a good time yet!"
"Damn it, those old guys want us to be cannon fodder! Let's kill them later!" A green-skinned orc slapped his head and came to this conclusion.
His name is Barn, and he is also a well-known "smart" orc.
The so-called "old things" are what the green-skinned orcs call those pure-blooded orcs.
The two actually dislike each other. The pure-blooded orcs think that the green-skinned orcs are lowly and despicable, while the green-skinned orcs regard the pure-blooded orcs as "cowards who are even afraid of death."
However, under the mediation of Thoro, the warchief with both bloodlines, the green-skinned orcs temporarily succumbed to the power of the pure-blooded orcs, and were seduced by the other party's words of "stealing all Ivan Deldan", and then came to the front line. Cannon fodder.
At this moment, after thinking about this matter, some orcs felt that instead of being bombed to death in front of the battlefield for no reason, it would be better to fight with those old things and kill them before death.
In their hearts, it doesn't matter who they are fighting with. The most important thing is to fight again, to see blood and kill people.
As a result, under this strange brain circuit that ordinary people can't understand at all, tens of thousands of green-skinned orcs launched a mighty charge towards the rear - where the pure-blooded orcs were.
"Old man, we can't beat those Imperial people and can't get through, so we can only beat you!"
"Brothers, enjoy yourself before you die. Kill with me!"
"Waaagh! Old guy, I'm going to kill you all! You asked me to be cannon fodder! You still want to deceive us!" Those green-skinned orcs who turned against them before the battle waved the bone clubs and stone axes in their hands and roared crazily. Rushing towards the orcs' position.
The ground was shaking and gravel was rolling down the hillside.
"Gruush is on top"
"Go back, do you want to be deserters?"
"Damn low-level orcs! What do you want to do? Rebellion?"
"No, no, they really rebelled! These low-level orcs rebelled!" the orc guards shouted.
Baan smashed a bone club into the head of the shouting orc, smashing his head and splattering his brains. Then he righteously angrily yelled: "You old guys, you still want to trick us into dying. You should have done it long ago." We beat him to death!”
The orcs stationed in the position were caught off guard. They only let out a few angry words and were drowned by the sea of green-skinned orcs.
Even if they died, they never expected that this group of guys who could barely be called the same race would actually switch sides and launch a counterattack against them for the outrageous reason of "no fight".
But compared to the battlefield with millions of orcs, these rebellious orcs can't make much waves.
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"Master Chief, Master Chief, it's bad! The low-level orcs on the front line have rebelled!"
"Master Chief, the magic of the Empire is too powerful. All the low-level orcs on our side have been killed, and there is not a single one left!"
"No! The imperial steel behemoth is about to run over!"
Orc scouts riding wargs galloped from all directions on the battlefield, bringing all kinds of news urgently, and without exception-all were bad news!
Zoro sat on the Bone Throne, his face so gloomy that he was about to drip with water. He held the blood spear tightly in his right hand, trembling slightly and making a creaking sound from his joints.
"Damn Imperials."
The orcs gritted their teeth, stood up suddenly, and cursed at the many orcs below them: "You trash! Idiots! You can't even control a group of low-level orcs!
There are three million of us! Three million people went to attack an enemy fortress and were killed completely! ”
Zoro turned his head and looked at the shaman in black robes in the distance. His eyes were bloodshot and he asked angrily: "Mock! Is this the method you mentioned?
Your so-called method - is to let tens of thousands of low-level orcs launch a counterattack against us? ! ”
Mok lowered his head respectfully, his voice was still hoarse, and there was no emotion at all: "Warchief, I planted a 'seed' in them, a seed that can give birth to powerful orcs.
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It's a pity that the enemy we face is too powerful. Someone above the legendary level has taken action, and even I can't do anything about it. ”
Hearing this, Zoro was furious and wanted to throw the blood spear in his hand.
He strode forward, grabbed Moke's neck with one hand, lifted it up, and roared at his withered face: "That's your incompetence! Incompetence!"
Mork was choked, but he still said word by word: "This is meaningless for the war chief."
"Boom!"
A cannonball landed outside the camp, and the explosion shot into the sky, engulfing several orc soldiers and clan chiefs, and creating a large, charred hole outside their tent.
"The chief of the Blackbird clan was killed!" someone shouted outside
The orcs in the camp all looked over and gasped, and the expressions on their faces became even more panicked.
The weapons made by the Imperials are so terrifying that they can even hurt them in the rear positions!
Seeing this scene, Zoro put Moke down casually, but the anger in his eyes became more intense, and there was also some uneasiness and fear, and sweat flowed from his forehead.
"Hoo, hoo, hoo"
Zoro breathed heavily, and it took him a long time to calm down. He looked around and asked, "Everyone, what should we do now?"
"Fight them! Even now, we have more than two million people!
that is! Even if there are more than two million pigs, those Imperial people may not be able to kill them all! "Someone slapped the case and stood up with an excited voice.
"Those weapons from the Empire can kill everyone from thousands of meters away"
"That is, those low-level orcs are of no use, no matter how many there are, they will have no effect"
"We should withdraw to the Ugo Prairie and disperse to our own pastures. Those imperial people should not come after us."
But more orcs shook their heads, whispered to each other, and had become more conservative after experiencing the defeat of the Red Blood Tribe led by Batu.
——Because most of those passionate trespassers died on the battlefield, in front of the city walls of Avendeldan.
Listening to the discussion of the orcs, Zoro's face became increasingly ugly. He originally thought that he would become a hero that surpassed Batu and fulfill the orc family's long-cherished wish for thousands of years.
But now, Solo's dream has been completely shattered.
The cruel fact is: under his leadership, the orcs suffered countless casualties without even seeing the walls of Avendeldan, and even the corpses could cover most of the ground.
Mok stood up and said: "Let's go, Chief, let's leave here and go back to the valley.
He pointed to the green-skinned orcs still forming waves in the distance and said: "These low-level orcs are like weeds on the grassland. If one area is burned, another one will grow out. They cannot be killed cleanly.
We only need to hibernate on the Ugo Prairie, continue to cultivate low-level orcs, and let them continue to multiply and multiply. One day, the Imperial people will also slack off, and then - it will be our opportunity. ”
As soon as these words came out, the leaders of each clan responded one after another. Anyway, what was consumed this time was only the lives of low-level orcs. A large number of those things could grow like weeds at any time.
Even if millions died, it was just a simple number.
As for their elite orc warriors, once they are killed by the empire, it will take several years or even more than ten years to train them. It is definitely not worth the loss to waste them in this war.
Moreover, these clan leaders also have their own little thoughts - once the Red Blood Tribe disintegrates again, they will have to rely on these strong warriors to compete with other tribes for pasture and hunting grounds.
"Bang!"
Solo thought for a long time, finally clenched his fists, pounded the table hard, and said unwillingly: "Okay, then... do as you say.
We have temporarily withdrawn to the Crimson Blood Valley and continue to cultivate orcs, waiting for the next opportunity to attack. Avendeldan will one day belong to us.
As for these low-level orcs, just leave them all here. "(End of Chapter)